I could tell that her femininity lasted past midnight, when the mascara had smudged. She took ownership and didn't share.My gaze held hers for a brief...moment but felt like an eternity. I swear I could feel my hard on and hoped that it wasn’t showing. Quickly, I made the move to sit behind my desk and motioned her to sit in the available chair. Watching her sit down, it took everything I had to not stare at her as she crossed her legs. I swear I caught a flash of her lace garters holding her. “I take it that you’ve not had much inside that did any stretching?” It was more statement than question. “Mostly the fingers and tongues of my girlfriends. The one boy had a cock the size of my index finger.” Julie admitted. Dave’s cock pulsed at the thought of teen girl-on-girl sex. “What, no massive black dildos, no sex with horses?” Dave teased. He had Julie giggling again. “Eeeahu, NO!” she retorted in mock shock. Dave held up her index finger. “This is your boy cock.” He held up two of. The cold salt water just crept lazily up the sand until it reached the early slopes of the dunes. There it would linger, lapping gently at the shoreline until the forces of nature and the pull of the planets called it away again and it would recede just as lazily back towards the ocean. Being the north east of England, the coastline was sparsely populated. This was a lonely, rugged coast and quite possibly the most beautiful in the country. There were long stretches of sandy beaches, completely. The hand couldn’t have gone any worse for Mary, she had nothing at the flop and nothing on the next card either. She was going to lose, unless she could bluff. But what to bluff with when all you have is a dress that is already bet. She looked at both Judy and Gail and said, “Do you want to make it real interesting? How bout if I bet a dare to each of you that remain in the hand, that I will fulfill without question if I lose, but you each have to do a dare of my choosing should I win, and I.